Neighborhood Watch

by Stylo Fantome

  “Please,” she gasped when he finally pulled his hand away from her neck. “God, please, I need this so bad.”

  “How bad?” he asked, two fingers sliding around in her heat while his other hand moved under her bra.

  “So fucking bad,” she groaned, reaching behind her and running her fingers through his thick hair.

  “You're fucking bad,” he hissed in her ear, slipping one finger inside of her. “Came down here to fight, but wound up getting fucked instead.”

  “Thank god,” she started to laugh, but it ended on a gasp as a tremor ripped through her body. He was pinching her nipple, twisting it lightly between his fingertips.

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't even be able to walk when I'm done,” he threatened her.

  Holy shit. She'd heard all sorts of stories about Liam, from lots of people. Some very detailed ones from Katya, but Tori had never imagined him to be so aggressive. So rough. So dirty. She loved it.

  “Fuck, I'm gonna come,” she gasped.

  “Oh no, no, no, no,” he whispered, and she almost cried when he took his hand away.

  “What are you doing!?”

  “I have got to see this happen,” he said as he turned her again, shoving her up so she was sitting on the dresser.

  Tori started undoing her belt buckle, her fingers shaking so bad she could barely get it apart. This was happening. This was really happening. She glanced up, not wanting to miss one second with him. He was looking down at himself, fighting with his own belt.

  She frowned and stopped moving. Something wasn't right. All that adrenaline had cleared out her brain a little. She glanced around the room, then stared back at him. Looked down at his tattoo. Then back at his face.

  “Hey,” she said, reaching out and pressing her hand to his chest.

  “What?” he asked, finally looking straight at her. She gasped.

  “Oh my god.”

  It was like simultaneous light bulbs went off over both their heads.

  “Oh shit,” he groaned.

  “Landon!?” she shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “As in not Liam,” he sighed, rubbing his hand down his face.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god,” she felt like she was hyperventilating.

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Liam's twin brother, Landon Edenhoff, snapped, stepping up close to her. “Calm down. It's not the end of the world.”

  “It feels like it!” she yelled. “This is humiliating! Jesus, I almost fucked the wrong brother!”

  “Well, really, that depends on how you look at it.”

  “What?”

  “Afterwards, you'd definitely know you'd fucked the right brother,” he said.

  “Are you for real right now? Are you hitting on me, right now?” she shouted, gesturing between them with her elbow. Both of them were shirtless and Landon's pants were two seconds away from falling to the floor.

  “This actually kinda seems like the best time to hit on you,” he pointed out.

  “I'm gonna be sick.”

  “You were feeling pretty good a moment ago.”

  “You were ... no, I ... that was different!” she insisted. She was glad it was dark in the room so he couldn't see her blush.

  'Pretty good' is an understatement – he's selling himself short.

  “How so? Because you thought I had a shorter name?”

  “Because I thought you were someone else.”

  “Yeah, someone you were mad at. Someone you were just trying to anger bang, which trust me, you would've regretted it in the morning,” he told her. “But with me, it's the best of both worlds. You get a good fuck, get to release some tension, and there's no morning-after-awkwardness.”

  “Well, gee, when you put it like that,” she said snidely. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

  She went to scoot off the dresser, but he stepped in between her legs, stopping her from moving. She glared up at him and when he gently grabbed her wrists, trying to pry her hands away from her breasts, she tensed up.

  “We were having a good time,” he said in a soft voice. “Why ruin that?”

  “Because I don't like you,” she told him.

  “So? You were ready to fuck a man who doesn't like you – what's the difference?” he replied.

  Ouch.

  “How do you know he doesn't -”

  “He's gone for that other chick,” Landon said “He's with her right now.”

  Double ouch.

  So much for waiting for her. For being there for her. The tension went out of her body and he pulled her arms away from her chest, pinning her hands to the dresser.

  “This is so depressing,” she moaned. “I'm just like this ... sad person.”

  “Why? You're better than him,” Landon told her. “And you know it.”

  “If I'm better than him, then I'm way too good for you.”

  “Yeah, which is even better. Fuck me, work out all your anger on me, and then in the morning, poof, I'm gone. You don't have to deal with my awful ass,” he suggested.

  “That is the stupidest idea ever. You just want to get laid.”

  “No shit, honey,” he snorted, and he moved one of her hands to the bulge in his pants. “You started this, and I'm just really hoping you'll finish it. Take pity on the women of San Francisco, don't let me out amongst them when I'm like this.”

  It was such a guy thing to do. Under normal circumstances, she would've grabbed him by his engorged testicles and told him to fuck off.

  But that night was anything but normal. She was depressed. She was upset. She was a little drunk and a lot angry, and god, she was so fucking horny.

  “If you say one word of this to anyone, I swear I'll -”

  His tongue was down her throat before she could finish speaking. She squealed at his forcefulness, then gasped when he shoved her hand down the front of his pants. Turned out Landon's intellect wasn't the only thing big about him.

  “You think I'm some sort of gossip? Who the fuck am I going to tell this to? My hair dresser?” he snapped when he finally pulled away.

  “I don't know, uh, maybe your twin brother? Who you fucking live with?”

  His hand went to the back of her head and suddenly he was jerking back, pulling hard on her hair.

  “I probably talk to you more than I talk to him. Besides, who said this was going to be anything worth talking about, anyway? Thus far, I'm not exactly impressed,” he said. She glared up at him.

  “Really? Because your dick says otherwise.”

  “My dick is easy to impress. Me, not so much.”

  “You're an asshole.”

  He yanked back again, causing her to cry out. In response, she squeezed tightly at the base of his cock, forcing a long, low groan out of him.

  “Keep that up,” he panted. “And there really won't be anything to talk about.”

  “Oh no, uh uh. I am not going through all this for nothing,” she hissed, yanking her hand out of his pants.

  They pulled and scratched and yanked at their remaining clothing. Tori hopped off the dresser so she could get rid of her shorts, and barely a second later, Landon was manhandling her again. Grabbing her arm and yanking her close, gripping her by the jaw and tilting her head up so he could kiss her at just the right angle.

  She'd never slept with a man like that before, with someone so forceful. If anything, she was usually the sexual aggressor in her relationships. Men were intimated by her. Not Landon, though. He seemed to know exactly how he wanted to handle her.

  Or how I want to be handled ...

  “On your knees,” he suddenly said.

  “What? I'm not -”

  The hand was back in her hair, pulling down this time. She went with it, slowly dropping to her knees. Once she was there, he started walking backwards, forcing her to almost crawl after him. It should have been demeaning, but it wasn't. By the time he sat down in an easy chair, she was so turned on, she would've done anything he asked.

  In fact, he didn't ev
en need to ask. He'd just wrapped his hand around his dick when she leaned forward, swiping her tongue across his sensitive head. He moaned and the hand in her hair went loose, letting her free.

  She immediately leaned forward, taking his erection in her mouth. They both moaned, and she replaced his hand with her own. As she worked her lips up and down his shaft, her hand covered any remaining distance.

  “Goddamn, you're good at that,” he sighed. She pulled away and glanced up at him through her lashes.

  “Thanks, I learned from your mom.”

  After that, it was less like a blow job, and more like Landon was fucking her throat. He had both hands in her hair, controlling her speed and tempo. She kept up as best she could, almost gagging one time when he forced her to deep throat. When he finally let her up for air, she fell back onto her ass.

  “Your mouth deserved that,” he was panting again. She nodded as she wiped at her chin.

  “It did,” she agreed, staring up at him.

  “And what about your pussy? What does it deserve?” he asked. She licked her lips.

  “Anything you're willing to give it.”

  She was forced across the room and shoved down onto the bed. He planted one hand in the middle of her chest, keeping her flat while he used his free hand to play with her. She groaned as three fingers were shoved inside her.

  “So fucking wet,” he grunted as he moved so he was kneeling between her legs. “You're a mess, dirty girl. I don't know if you deserve this dick.”

  “Maybe not,” she gasped. “But I want it.”

  “How bad?”

  “I think you can feel how bad,” she laughed. His hand moved off her chest and clamped down over her mouth.

  “I didn't ask you to make a fucking joke,” he growled. “I asked you to fucking beg for my cock.”

  And oh boy, was she ever ready to. The more aggressive he got, the more she wanted it. She was ready to start singing a hymn to his dick, anything that would make him fuck her, but it turned out it wasn't necessary. With his hand still pressed down over her lips, he slammed his entire erection inside of her.

  She was glad for his hand at that moment, it muffled her scream. He didn't give her any time to adjust, just pulled almost all the way out before pounding in again, as hard as he could, earning him another scream.

  “Still feel like you deserve this?” he leaned down to hiss in her ear while he removed his hand from her mouth.

  “Please,” it was the only word she could think of. “Please.”

  Landon had promised her an anger bang, and he made good on his word, except he seemed to be the angry one. He stood up on his knees and held onto her hips, lifting them high as he pumped in and out of her.

  “You ready to beg now?” he asked.

  “God, yes, please,” she moaned. “Whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop.”

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded, and she complied.

  “Fuck.”

  “Don't you even think of coming,” he warned her. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut tight.

  “I can't ... can't stop ... fuck, Landon, I am, I'm gonna come,” she said.

  He let go of her hips, letting her fall flat on the mattress. Then he grabbed both of her wrists and stretched her arms out above her head, pinning them to the mattress.

  “This is too good to end so soon,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips.

  “Please, Landon, please,” she begged without even being asked to. “I need this.”

  “I know. Roll over.”

  He helped her shift onto her stomach. Then he shocked her by massaging her for a second. His fingers pressed down hard into her shoulder blades, making her moan. Then they rubbed all the way down to her ass, moving all over her and inside her. He traced a finger from the base of her spine to the front of her pussy and back again, setting her entire body on fire. When she was ready to start crying out of frustration, she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled and forced them high up into the air. But when she started to prop herself up on her hands, he stopped her, keeping her top half flat on the mattress.

  “How badly do you want to come?” he asked, his voice barely above a breath as he leaned over her back. His magical hands were back on her shoulders, rubbing and soothing her.

  “So fucking bad,” she moaned, her teeth even starting to chatter.

  “Bad enough to do whatever I say?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I said I wanted to fuck you again?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I said I want to come all over you face?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I said you're a dirty fucking whore who's gonna let me fuck her whenever I want?”

  “Yes, yes, any of it. All of it. Just please fuck me,” she begged. He moved away from her back, but his hands stayed on her shoulders.

  “You almost sound sweet when you beg,” he sighed.

  She could feel his dick between her legs, braced herself for the same epic pounding as last time. But he switched it up, first only teasing her with his head. Then another inch. Then maybe two more. Her entire body was shaking by the time he was fully sheathed inside her.

  “Please, please, please, please,” she was whispering over and over again, but he didn't seem to notice. He was smoothing her hair away from her shoulders.

  “You look so pretty like this,” he sighed. “Next time, I'm fucking you in the ass.”

  “You can fuck me in the ass this time,” she told him. “Just let me -”

  He started pounding into her so hard, the entire bed frame began to shimmy and shake. The ornate frame was banging against the wall, sending a picture falling to the ground. Tori groaned as she felt his fingers digging into her waist. He squeezed hard, causing her to cry out and more than likely leaving bruises.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he shouted from behind her. She managed to nod.

  “Yes, thank you, thank you, holy fuck, yes.”

  “Just wanted to get fucked. Didn't even matter by who. Dirty fucking girl.”

  “Oh my god.”

  “You fucking love it. You gonna come for me now?”

  “So close. Fuck, I'm so close,” she assured him.

  “Why am I doing all the work?” he suddenly snapped, and lifted one hand from her waist so he could grab her wrist. He forced her hand underneath her body, shoved it between her legs. His fingers worked alongside her, strumming out a rhythm that was sure to stop her heart.

  “Landon ... holy shit ... I can't ...” she was starting to hyperventilate. There was too much stimulation, from too many angles. He was all over her, all around her. Inside her, on top of her, touching her, holding her. She was going to burst.

  “Oh, I think you fucking can,” he growled, then he dragged his other hand down her back, digging his short nails into her skin.

  She screamed when she came, her pussy turning into an explosion. She bucked against him and shook, her entire body seizing up for a moment, then almost convulsing. He cursed and swore and continued riding her hard, until her orgasm pushed him over the edge. While she was still twitching and squirming and gasping, she felt him pull out of her. As she lowered her hips to the mattress, she glanced over her shoulder. He was stroking his cock, and while she watched, he hit orgasm. He fell forward with one hand on her back and his other hand kept stroking, all while he came all over her ass.

  “Holy fuck,” she couldn't catch her breath, there were too many blankets in her face. “Holy shit. Holy fuck.”

  “Goddamn,” he chuckled, gripping her hips. “If I had known you were that good of a fuck, I would've put the moves on you months ago, fuck what Liam said.”

  “Liam ... said not to fuck me?” she panted. She felt his fingers on her back, tracing a path down her spine.

  “Mmm hmmm,” he replied. “Said you were off limits. Said to stay away or he'd break my neck.”

  There was a tiny flutter of hope in her chest. Maybe he'd warned h
is brother away because he cared. Because he wanted her for himself. Because he ...

  “Don't read into it,” Landon read her mind. “He just likes to control me, and women make good pawns.”

  And the hope went away.

  “I'm so stupid.”

  “Kind of. I mean, you like Liam. That says a lot right there.”

  Landon had warned her that trying to screw Liam would be a next-morning regret – more than likely true. Fucking Landon, however, was feeling more like an instantaneous regret. Her body was completely relaxed, just a pile of orgasmic goo, but her brain was starting to fire up again. The gravity of what she'd just done was coming into focus.

  Oh my god. I just fucked Landon Edenhoff. That means I can never have anything with Liam, ever.

  “You're not one of those chicks who likes to cuddle, are you?”

  She hadn't even realized he'd gotten off the bed. When she looked to her left, he was on the other side of the room, already halfway dressed. She curled her arms in at her sides, suddenly feeling very exposed.

  “No,” she whispered, then she cleared her throat. “I'm not a cuddling chick.”

  “Good,” he grunted, slipping his shirt on before glancing in a mirror. He straightened out his hair, then walked back over to her. “You were fan-fucking-tastic. I mean, holy shit, Tor. I'd always imagined it would be hot, but goddamn, that was just spectacular.”

  Before she could make any of her own comments, he was leaning down and kissing her roughly. Then he slapped her sharply on the side of her ass before walking out of the room. She just stared after him while he shut the door behind him.

  Okay. That just happened. Just another mistake in the long line of mistakes you're constantly making. Now you're going to get up, clean yourself off, walk out of this godforsaken place, and go home. Just get out of here and go home, and then you can cry as much as you want to.

  2

  Tori Bellows didn't complain too much about life because she knew she had it pretty good. She had been raised in a first world country and had loving, doting parents. She'd gone to good schools, and she'd even gotten okay grades.

  On top of all that, she was very personable and funny – she loved meeting people and making new friends. Laughter and conversation came easy to her. She was also attractive. She wasn't shy about her looks. At almost five-foot-eight with thick brown hair, warm brown eyes, an all over toasty tan, long legs, and a very natural hour glass shape, she knew what affect she had on men. Knew why her tips were so good when she worked the bar, and definitely knew how to work it all to her advantage.